In the past, I’ve written posts about how much I love Malaysia. You can read them here and here.

I love Malaysia… but watching this video on YouTube has made me feel a new love for Malaysia that I had never felt before. This video makes me emotional every time I watch it.

My Malaysian friends, I’m glad we all belong to the same country. It doesn’t matter what income levels, educational backgrounds or even ethnic backgrounds we all come from. We’re all Malaysians and what we have is each other.

Remember when I blogged about my “Business Class” pillow in the previous entry?

Haih … really sad story. In the past two days, this is what my Business Class pillow has become.

It’s black cover is put for wash and the memory foam that it is on the inside, I’m not sure if it’ll ever be the same again since I don’t think I’m really supposed to wash this but I didn’t have a choice.

Here’s what happened.

I checked out of my hotel in Hong Kong yesterday morning. I had another meeting to attend in the afternoon and I didn’t want to lug my luggage around so I left it in the Concierge. All except my backpack and my Business Class pillow because I normally just sling my business class around my backpack. Then I took a cab to Mong Kok for a quick shop before my meeting because my Dad asked me to go look for a digital camera for him. When I got out of the cab, I felt around at my backpack and noticed my Business Class was missing.

So I frantically looked around the street and found it lying there. Now here’s the joke. The street was dry. Why shouldn’t it be right? I don’t remember it raining at all in the past few days. There was one part of it that had a puddle… I don’t know how it got there but there was a puddle. And guess what… my cab happened to stop right outside that puddle and my Business Class just happened to drop ON THAT FLIPPING PUDDLE!!!

One side of it was entire soaked when that happened. I picked it up, pat some wet sand off it, cursed some profanities quietly to myself and then just carried on walking. I was upset… but not as upset as what happened next.

Two hours later I had just finished my lunch meeting. Picked up my backpack and my already dirty Business Class and was about to leave the restaurant. But I didn’t…. because I decided to go to the toilet before I leave (my backpack and business class still on me).  I went into the tiny toilet, did my small business then went on to wash my hands. After I washed my hands I realized that my Business Class was not hanging on my backpack anymore. I looked around on it and found it on the toilet floor.

Now here’s the thing… the toilet floor is dirty… but what is the DIRTIEST PART OF THE TOILET FLOOR?

The part right below the urinal. Why dirty? Because some guys miscue when they pee and drips of piss drop on right below. That glorious part of the toilet floor happened to be EXACTLY where I dropped my Business Class. I DROPPED MY BUSINESS CLASS ON URINE!

I panicked. I picked it up, tried to wash it as much as I could but decided I had to do it later when I had more time. When I did much later in the afternoon I smelled my Business Class and it smelled like urine. FUCK! So that’s why I decided to wash it to Kingdom come… even if it means the pillow’s now probably destroyed.

*Sigh* So that everyone is what happened to my Business Class.

I’m in Hong Kong now for some work. Will blog about more on that in time to come but my plane ride today inspired me to dedicate this post to a special “pillow”.

You guys know how I travel a lot right? I just realized that this month I will be traveling to another country every single week. I know it sounds fun but you know after traveling for work enough you kinda get a bit tired. Why? Because I travel alone so I find myself spending a lot of time in taxis on the way to the airports, or at airports alone waiting for the flight or the worse part… on the plane itself.

I saw this documentary once about how airlines have gone leaps and bounds in the past decade to improve their business class but their economy class more or less remains the same. In fact I think it’s even more crammed now than it was some 10 years ago.

Lots of companies though treat their staff well especially when they travel for work… or if not their general staff then at least the Directors of the company. Say if you travel anywhere above 5 hours or so they’ll put you on business class. It makes a huge difference. When you arrive at your destination you don’t feel as worn out and you can get straight to work.

That’s something Ming and I have officially agreed on… but in practice, I just can’t bear to spend the money. Heck a business class ticket just costs too much more and I’d rather use the money on so many other things. So what do I do?

I bring my very own business class.

Now I’ve always noticed some passengers carrying this neck pillow. Even traveled with Pierre once and saw him bring his own. I see it the most when I travel to Australia or on longer flights though. On one flight I saw almost every Australian having one of these so I thought to myself… it has to have some good use to it.

So I decided to buy one for myself one day and let me tell you… it has changed my flights completely. The small thing it does is just allows your head to rest down on it so it doesn’t strain your neck too much but that one small thing makes a big difference. I now sleep SOO much better on planes. So if you travel economy or Air Asia a lot, try one of these pillows.

If you’re rich and travel business class regularly though then… ignore this blog entry. Heck if you’re rich why are you even online reading blogs when you could be swimming in your money bin like Scrooge McDuck. Duck Tales woo woo.

A bit over 6 months ago I met with a couple of friends of mine I knew from my student days in London.

Shaun was from the London School of Economics

and Wilson from Warwick.

We talked about all the group buying sites that were coming up in Malaysia and they felt one thing: That they could do better.

So I talked to Ming about it and we decided to invest in them. They started a group buying site in January called Milkadeal.com. January was waaaaaayy late in the game. By the time they got in there were like some 30 other sites or so in there already. Ming and I gave them whatever support we could on the sides but on their own they built a business from scratch. I remember the first time I walked into their office some 5 months ago.

It was empty except for Wilson, Shaun and another 2 people. That 5 months passed and just recently when I walked into their office I noticed a big change. It was buzzing with busy people all around and there was all sorts of stuff written on white boards around and stuck on the walls.

Recently though a particular wealthy, well-known and well-connected angel investor in Malaysia (who doesn’t want to be named) approached them. Like many before him, he showed interest in owning a stake of Milkadeal.com but Shaun and Wilson weren’t interested to sell. All they wanted to do was continue to grow. Anything else other than that was a distraction to them.  According to some metrics they were the 3rd largest group buying site in Malaysia but they knew it wasn’t good enough.

I have always thought very highly of that angel investor. So much that I call him “the Peter Thiel of Malaysia”, a title he always plays down. (Peter Thiel is the Co-Founder of Paypal who made lots of money from Paypal and now invests in a lot of success startups… one of them being Facebook). But just like everything else in Milkadeal, Ming and I play the passive partners. Wilson and Shaun decide on everything! So if they didn’t want to sell… then so be it.

The angel investor was persistent though and eventually Shaun and Wilson grew to like him. So they eventually agreed to open up Milkadeal to outside investors. The round of financing valued Milkadeal in the many millions. If you had invested RM100,000 in Milkadeal 6 months ago, that same stake would be worth RM2,500,000 today. I’m not allowed to go into the details or valuations of the deal but it gave Milkadeal a lot of funding to grow the company and made both Shaun and Wilson millionaires at age 27.

Over in the USA we’re reading every day about entrepreneurs making millions and millions from their internet companies. Some even going into billions but it’s so exciting to see something like that happen locally (albeit on a smaller scale) and best part is… to get to be a small part of it.

Wilson and Shaun are now among the few self-made millionaires under 30 that I know of… and I can’t wait to see where Milkadeal goes next under their leadership. Shaun promises to make it much much bigger.

You can check out Milkadeal.com here.

I just realized that 3 weeks has passed since my birthday and I didn’t blog about the little surprise the Nuffies gave me. So here’s the story. The Nuffies were planning something for my birthday but they found out that Shorty was already bringing me on a surprise trip to Krabi. So they decided to do something a day before I left. It was the Friday before the 6th of June.

I walked into the office as usual in the morning. Turned on my computer and sat down to sign some documents. After some 15 minutes or so, Nicholas our Country Manager came over and said he needed to talk to me in private. Whenever he says that I always get paranoid that he’s going to give me some bad news. Like someone screwed up something and we had a mess to clear up or stuff. So I nervously walked with him towards the little glass meeting room in the middle of our orange office but he said asked to use the other meeting room at the back of the office. So okay I followed along.

When we got into that new section of the office I noticed it was dark.

All the lights were turned off and Nicholas said “WAH HALF DAY AH!?”. Hui Wen here was apparently hiding behind the wall waiting for me to come.

I thought an entire department was late for work. Then when I walked in the lights turned on and I saw everyone in our Nuffie meeting room filled with balloons.

They started singing Happy Birthday and brought out a cake. I’m good with singing birthday songs for other people but when it comes to people singing birthday songs for me I feel a bit awkward. Like don’t know what to do but just look around awkwardly.

After I cut the cake, they all showed me the big “birthday card” they put together for me. It was on our Ideapaint wall. You see in that particular meeting room we didn’t have a white board. Instead we had a wall painted with this special paint that allowed you to write on it with a marker and just rub it off later on. They each wrote birthday wishes on the wall filling it up entirely.

After they were done “touching” me, the Nuffies decided to torture me.

They made me hold Stewie, put on this bib and answer riddles.

The riddles were that they will tell me something really vague about somebody and they asked me to tell them who it was. If I got it wrong I had to do some sort of punishment. Like sit on a balloon and pop it.

I tried sitting on one balloon but boy were they good quality balloons. It just refused to pop.

All this while everyone was busy taking pictures of me making a fool of myself.

And yes everyone had a good laugh.

Perhaps it was one day in the year they could make fun of the boss. It was all in good fun though and at the end of all those riddles they gave me my present. It was this Mont Blanc pen.

I think it’s because they noticed how I just used any regular kilometrico pen to sign all the documents and cheques that I have to sign every day in the office. So now I have a nice pen 🙂

Was a really nice birthday surprise. Every year the Nuffies always plan something nice for me.

And the Nuffies that are based in our Singapore, Philippines, Australia, China and Hong Kong offices sent me loads of wishes. I’m so blessed to have them. They’re the reason why Ming and I could never sell the company we built in spite of all the offers we’ve gotten in the past 4 years.

To all my friends who wished me on that day 3 weeks ago, thank you so much for your wishes 🙂 I’m 27… and really lucky.

A few days ago I logged into my Facebook and went through my news feeds. One particular status update caught my attention. Was from this really pretty girl I knew from before and she was talking about this 5-star hotel that she was on holiday at. So I curiously went in to see how she was doing and she was doing well! She had a new boyfriend… a new rich boyfriend. Then I remembered how she always had a rich boyfriend. I mean she changed bfs a few times I think but all of them had one thing in common, they’re all rich. How does she do it?

Google “How to marry a rich man” and you’ll find so many articles teaching you how.

You’ll even find courses teaching people how to find and marry a rich man.

Most interesting link I found was this article on Forbes.

Heck there are even so movies about it. Like the famous HK movie that I quite liked called “Marry a rich man”.

Now here’s my take on this. Somehow in modern society, women who go after rich men are frowned upon. I used think like that too until one day I read an article about an interview with Donald Trump’s wife.

In the interview they asked her if she would be with Donald Trump if he wasn’t rich.

Her reply
“Would Donald be with me if I weren’t beautiful?”

I thought that was the smartest answer I could hear. It’s true. Think about it. Society accepts men who go after women just purely because a woman is beautiful but frowns upon women who go after men because of money. Why? Both money and looks are equally superficial. It’s just one of those things society has decided to draw the line on.

So I on the other hand have a much more balanced view. I don’t think there’s anything wrong at all if a woman goes after a man because of his money…. as long as I go after beautiful women.

Now in my view, the decision to be with someone is never solely based on money. It’s always a list of different things with different proportions.

So for some girls, looks is 20%, money is 20%, personality is 40% and well… the list goes on.

Girls who go after men with money or “gold diggers” as Kanye West would call it mainly differ only in the proportion. Sure it does matter whether the guy has a good heart and his personality does matter. But maybe a lot less importance is placed on it compared to money. So while a normal girl may have 20-50% of her decision to be with someone based on money, a “gold digger” would have say 50-90%.

So I started thinking of all the girls I knew who placed a lot of importance in money in the guy they went out with. Some of them are discreet about it but some of them are really open about wanting to marry a rich guy. Perhaps it’s because I don’t judge them for it and I’m equally open with them. I told them that I totally wouldn’t mind marrying a rich girl too. Or perhaps they don’t mind telling me some secrets because I don’t fall into the category of rich guys that they might go after.

I often asked them how they went about meeting these guys and here’s what a few things I gathered.

1) Rich People Hang Out With Rich People.

So if you meet one of them and you hang out with him long enough, he’ll probably introduce you to the rest of his friends who are likely to be rich. Remember though that rich is relative. Someone who has RM10 million is rich to me and I’m guessing most of our standards but perhaps to the guy who has RM100 million, RM10 million isn’t considered really rich.

2) Identifying The Rich

This one I actually read from a magazine article once when they interviewed girls who went after rich guys. They asked the girls how they knew a guy was rich and they pointed out a few things:

i) By the clothes he wears

ii) By the car he drives. You don’t always get to see it so look out for the car keys.

iii) By the watch he wears. If he wears a Swatch or ToyWatch like me then probably not going to cut it. If he wears a Tag Heuer then he’s above average. But if he wears a Rolex or Patek or Panerai or any of these high end watches then you’ve hit the jackpot. The watch thing is often accurate.

Sure there are fake Rolexs and Pateks but unlike fake bags that girls carry, guys don’t normally wear fake watches. I don’t know.. maybe it’s because we get less peer pressure but if we can’t afford an expensive watch we just don’t buy one. My friends all wear watches far more expensive than mine but I never felt the desire to buy one myself.

At least I think that’s accurate for now. I think by the time we reach the age of 40 does peer pressure really come up to us then.

3) Being A Good GF

This one is something I learned from a Hong Kong girl at university. Her life long plan is to do one thing. To marry a rich man! It’s not because she can’t earn her own money or anything. Nothing like that. In fact she’s a pretty good student and she’s really smart but well… some people long to grow up to be lawyers, doctors… she just wanted to grow up marrying a rich man.

Throughout my years of uni I would see her go around getting to know guys whom she knew came from rich families. She was close to my housemate but she hardly talked to me. Maybe because my cheap jeans and jacket gave it all away. She did once make a move on a fellow Malaysian friend of mine though. Someone had whispered to her that he came from a rich family in Malaysia and lived in a big house. She suddenly added him on MSN and started talking to him… asking about what his family does and all that (in a very subtle way).

While many rich kids studying in the UK aren’t afraid to flaunt their families’ money, this guy was all about keeping it low. So he downplayed whatever his family did and said it wasn’t true about the house and all that. Right after that conversation, he never ever once heard from her again. I didn’t see this girl again after graduation but my ex-housemate was close to her. One day she told my housemates the secrets of “keeping” a rich guy (and my housemate passed that knowledge to me one drunken night).

Here’s what she said:

i) Learn to cook.

Guys like girls who can cook. Not just learn to cook but learn to boil soup too when the guy is sick. So when he’s sick you can have him drink the soup and tell him all the good herbs you put inside to help whatever illness he has. That’ll give him the motherly love he would miss from back home.

ii) Learn to play games with him.

This is if he plays console or computer games. Learn to play it well enough for him to find it fun enough to play against you but don’t beat him or it’ll hurt his ego.

iii) Be good in bed

This I need not explain right?

So after she graduated she went back to Hong Kong with a degree from a good university. What did she do? She went to work in Goldman Sachs. Not as a banker or analyst but as a personal assistant to the investment bankers there. I asked my housemate why ? Why work as a PA when she definitely could have made it as an investment banker and she said that it was just a good way for her to meet rich investment banking dudes.

The happy ending to that is… this girl I knew got married a couple of years ago. Not to an investment banker or to the son of a rich tycoon. She married a policeman in Hong Kong. So I guess while she was chasing someone with money all along, she later learned that true love was more than enough for her.

I guess there’s no right and wrong in life. It’s just a matter of what makes us happy. I know many girls who didn’t marry rich and still have the happiest marriages ever… and girls who did marry rich and have unhappy marriages. I guess we all make decisions in life based on what we think fits us best and right or wrong, we have to live with them.

So do we really need to marry rich?

I was playing poker with some of the Nuffies the other night. On one of the rounds I got a pretty good hand. When I saw the flop though I quickly folded? Why? Because this was what the first 3 cards were.

After I folded I said “WAH who dare play this hand… aiyo aiyo I don’t dare man”.

But Yuen Yee, this brave Nuffie here on the right

decided that it was okay. So she played on… and she won that hand. After which she drew a lot of teasing from the other guys there who said
“Yuen Yee.. .that money you win.. careful ar.. dirty wan”.

After that night I started thinking about superstition. I always believed that I’m not a very superstitious guy but when I thought about it, folding that hand says otherwise. So I decided to be honest about myself and think carefully about things that I’m superstitious about.

1) Numbers 4 and 13.

I’m superstitious about the number 4 and 13. Call me Chinaman but I don’t like it. I notice it every time too. Whenever I go stay in a hotel and if I’m put on the 13th floor I feel uncomfortable. I don’t go to the extent of changing my room altogether but I just feel uncomfortable.

2) Don’t forsake money or money will forsake you.

It’s something that Ming once told me his Mum taught him. And that I think is totally true. Say you’re in a casino and you’re winning big. Then suddenly because you’re winning big you begin to be more free with your bets… then you end up losing it all. That’s because you start taking money for granted.

My superstition on that doesn’t really go on gambling though because I don’t really gamble much. But I follow it on a daily basis. So it’s like… if I’m walking down a street and I see 10 cents on the road, I stop, bend and pick it up. Because I feel neglecting it makes me feel as if I’m “forsaking money’ or taking it for granted.

It applies for so many other things too. Like even if I’m paying for a relatively small amount I never go “Aiyah small money la that wan I pay no problem”.

3) When Sleeping in a Foreign Place, Leave a Light On

This again is something Ming once told me and something I do up till today. At home whenever I sleep I turn off all the lights in my room. I sleep in pitch black darkness. It’s not the same when I sleep anywhere else though.

See these days I travel a lot for work and I stay in hotels every night. Whenever I stay in a foreign place that is NOT home, I make sure I leave a light on. Whether it’s the toilet light or some light in the room. Ming says its to keep ghosts away… I don’t know how true that is but I just leave it on anyway.

So these are my superstitions. What are yours?

So I was at Jalan Alor’s Char Siew Fan the other day with some of the Nuffies. You know how the famous Char Siew Fan has moved right? It used to be on this street and now it’s on Jalan Alor itself. Somehow since it’s moved, I think business has kinda come down a bit. I know it could be for many reasons but I can’t help but feel that it could be because of Feng Shui. I believe in that sometimes. Which is why as much as we’re in such dire need of new office space in KL, Ming and I refuse to move out of our KL office.

Anyway at Char Siew Fan I decided to go to the toilet. It was dirty and all that. While taking a piss I couldn’t help but notice the writings on the wall. We have so many advertising campaigns these days encouraging people to “express themselves”. Well I sometimes think we don’t need to do all that planning and spending all that ad money. All we need… is a wall of a dirty toilet and some people will do it willingly.

So I looked at the wall and tried to find out what people were saying.

There’s this guy who apparently wants to “F#ck a gay that is claver to suck”.

Then there’s Shameer, a birthday boy who apparently fucked a girl named “Apple” on the 22nd of October 2009. (I do hope he meant Apple the girl and not Apple the fruit).

And a Filipino who proudly wrote that “Philippines is the best”.

And in response to that, someone wrote “Who write this is F#ck”.

So this is how some people express themselves. When you don’t give them Twitter or Facebook or blogs or any form of social media, they express themselves on toilet walls. I often notice in most toilets it’s always about someone f#cking someone. Or someone just writing bad words on the wall. I don’t quite understand why people find the need to write the F word on walls without a context. I mean sure, say the F word when you’re angry or when you’re trying to exaggerate something…. but writing the F word without any context… where’s the fun in that?

Speaking of the F word, someone showed me this video of all the uses of the F word.

So how many of you have ever said the F word?

I’m in Singapore these couple of days for a Digital Advertising Conference. Aww man getting here was quite an adventure.

You see the conference was starting at 9AM today and at the same time last night in KL there was supposed to be a digital event that I wanted to attend (in the end the event got canceled but that’s another story altogether). So I arranged for me to take the 6.15AM Air Asia flight to Singapore that morning. Do you know what that means?

That means that you have to leave home for the airport by 4AM and wake up by 3.30AM. That means… NO SLEEP. So the night before I got whatever few hours of sleep I could and when 3.30AM came I dragged myself out of bed and to the airport. I wasn’t traveling alone this time. I was going with a number of friends so we all met at the Old Town in LCCT and were having breakfast there somewhere around 5AM plus.

One by one of us gradually arrived at Old Town and we were just chilling there, having breakfast and talking. Our ticket said that our flight was leaving at 6.15AM and the gate closes at 5.55AM. At 5.50AM though Desmond just placed an order for a set of soft boil eggs. That’s 5 minutes before the gate closes.  I didn’t think anything of it but I gave a passing remark nevertheless “Wah Desmond… brave ah… living life on the edge ah?”.

5.55AM came and the eggs never showed up. It was about then that we decided it was time to stroll to the gates so we packed up and walked over. When we got there we realized that half of us in our group did the self check-in but didn’t get a stamp that we needed in order to cross the departure gate. We split up, one group led by Desmond and another group led by me.

I waited for them for a while until I realized that I was at the wrong Departure Hall entrance. Singapore was under International Departures but its entrance was all the way on the other side. When I learned that I started walking to the new entrance. Then I got a call from a friend of mine who was the earliest of us all. He was already at the gate. He said “Oi… I board the plane first ah. They’re already calling all your names’.

It was then that I realized how late we were so we ran. Once we got past the security check point we noticed the door was already closed. I ran towards the door and they let us through. I couldn’t see Desmond’s group at all so I thought they were far ahead of us already. So in the darkness of the morning we all ran from one side of LCCT to our plane which seemed to be at the other end. Throughout the heavy foosteps and panting we kept wondering “Of all times…. of all times this time our plane had to be the one at the furthest end!”.

Some 200-300 metres of running later we arrived at our plane. There I stood on the tarmac in the darkness while our plane’s door was already CLOSED. Everything went slow motion for me as I slowly lifted both my hands in disappointment! I had missed the flight just by 10 minutes and probably would have made it IF IT WEREN’T FOR THOSE DAMNED EGGS!!!

Then I heard a voice call out to me. I looked to my left and noticed an Air Asia staff looking over at my wondering what the hell I was doing. She said “Excuse me Sir! Wrong plane. Your plane is over here.” *gestures.

Still in slow-motion I turned my neck to see further down to my plane was another plane parked with its door wide open. The light from its cabin bursting out into the darkness. It was like I just saw the Gateway to Heaven. I breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over there but the nice Air Asia staff “No need to rush no need to rush… still early”.

I got on board the plane and noticed that Desmond and his group wasn’t there yet. So I called Pinky who was with them.

I wanted to ask her to tell everyone to FRIGGIN RUN  but she wasn’t answering the phone. I later found out why.

Because she WAS ALREADY RUNNING… along with all of them.

Here’s what happened according to Desmond’s side of the story.

After we left Old Town and split up so that his group can go get a stamp on their tickets Desmond wandered off. First he went outside the airport to have a smoke. After that he strolled back into some shop there and bought some cigarettes. Then he walked back to the place where he was supposed to get his ticket stamped and saw the longest queue there. That’s when he realized that his cigarette was going to be one expensive cigarette. In a stroke of luck he managed to see Pinky at the front of the queue so he managed to ask her to stamp his ticket.

Once the tickets were stamped, madness ensued. They rushed to the departure gate. Once they passed security cheque point and passed their ticket to the attendant at the departure gate the guy warned them “Lari ah! Jangan Jalan !”.

So they did as told. Just like how I had done some few minutes before them. They were running the LCCT Marathon. Every Air Asia staff they passed by shouted
“LARI LARI LARI !!!”

Like they were given so much encouragement they couldn’t stop!

Finally they managed to get to the plane on time. The minute they sat down and buckled up the plane started moving. It was 6.15AM sharp when the plane’s door closed. We had all made it just by a minute or two.

Desmond said this was the first time he had to chase after a plane. It wasn’t mine… but this was one of the most exciting. I’ve seen worse though. I know of a couple who even 30 minutes before their plane takes off in Penang they can drive out and have breakfast at a Bak Kut Teh stall nearby.

Do you guys know anyone like that who’s very chill on taking flights?

I’ve been really busy in the past week man. I can’t even describe the things I’ve been doing. Here are a couple of things that I’ve been up to though.

1) I’ve been watching a LOT of documentaries. Haha! I can’t believe I missed out on all these things. In the past I would always only stumble upon some good ones when I flip channels on Astro but I hardly watch any TV these days. So I totally missed out on that. But remember when I blogged some time back about geting Astro Byond PVR?

Well two things have happened since then. One is that the contest ended and the winner Nor Iman or http://www.eyriqazz.com is now going on a nice holiday trip to KK.

The other thing is that… I’ve really started integrating Astro Byond PVR into my daily life. See I love watching documentaries but not just any documentary. I go on Discovery Channel sometimes and find the stuff I love but sometimes I find stuff about Egyptian Pharoahs or even Wildlife which really doesn’t interest me at all. What interests me is modern history, modern weapons, extreme machines and stuff like that. So my favourite 3 channels on Astro are Discovery Channel, Discovery Science and History Channel. These 3 are all enough to satisfy all the knowledge I want in the world. I look at their schedules and then I just pick and choose what I like to record on my PVR.

I even watched this documentary last week about the Top 20 most feared weapons in the world in which the B-2 bomber came in tops.

So every few days when I come home from work and have dinner I’ll turn on the TV  and instead of flipping channels for something interesting to watch I’ll just pick one of the shows I’ve recorded and watch it. Two things change the way I watch videos today. One is YouTube of course and the other has gotta be Byond PVR. I especially love that it’s so easy to use too. When I was overseas on business one day I heard that a TV interview I did some time back was going to air. I just messaged my sister and taught her in a few lines how to record it for me and even she was surprised at how easy it was to use.

Really love my Byond PVR man. One of those gadgets that I never thought I would need but I’m glad now that I have.

2) Met Ning Baizura Today!

This Monday morning Ning Baizura who’s now a part of ChurpChurp dropped by the office to pay all the Nuffies a visit. When she walked into the office everybody instantly recognized her but everyone tried to be professional and not act awed or star-struck. So we had a chat with Ning and then we invited some Nuffnang bloggers over to meet her and they had a bit of a Meet and Greet session about her.

They asked her about her new album launch and her upcoming concert later this year at KL Live (Details on that later). Then after all that was done we finally told the Nuffies that they can now come in and take pictures with Ning. Suddenly everyone rushed.

I managed to get a picture with Ning myself too and she got me a copy of her latest album.

I first met Ning some few years ago. I had just finished dinner with Shorty at Alexis in Gardens when I saw her walking in. Then I just shouted like a fan boy (at least this is how her husband Chris remembers it) “NINGG!!!!”.

She stopped and talked to me for a while then they asked me about what I did. I mentioned Nuffnang and she knew what I did so we exchanged cards. Then just recently Chris called me up to catch up and we decided to organize a meetup with Ning in our office today. Ning is really down to earth in person… no air about her in spite of being one of the most well known artists in Malaysia for the longest time. So glad to have met her.

You can follow her on Twitter here or be a fan of her on FB here.